storm_watch raze they said we were going to get hit with a nasty summer storm today. torrential rain. hail the size of nickels. maybe a tornado. biblical shit. and for a while it looked like they might have guessed right for once. the skyway darkened and started spitting out everything it had been hoarding in its bloated belly. the wind kicked over our trash cans and made a mess of whatever wasn't tied down. we were bringing in the rockers that rest on the front_porch to keep an angry spinning column of air from stealing them when stephanie's yorkies started yapping. that's all those dogs do. all day long they stand at her living room window and look for things to yell at. "yeah," my dad said. "now you've got something to fucking bark about." i laughed so hard i almost lost my balance. fifteen minutes later the wind had died down. the rain had stopped. the clouds still looked like they were bothered by something, but whatever it was, they had nothing more to say on the subject. the sun came back. and it hasn't left since. 220720 what's it to you? who go blather from